i was born to be a soldier boy

so i've had the Mason Jennings song "soldier boy" stuck in my head for the past 2 weeks, thanks doron. 

Im home from another 2 weeks in the army and it seems really hard to recap it all but ill give it a go. 

the first week back was pretty interesting and tiring. we had a couple of days in "the field", which involved hiking a couple of kilometers in all our gear (vests, water bottles, gun, sleeping bag) to the shooting range, and then hiking to another spot where we slept and did exercises the next day. 

its funny the things you learn about yourself that you never really thought about before you tried shooting a gun. For instance, im right handed, but i could only wink with my right eye, i couldn't shut my left eye independently of my right, which makes aiming extremely difficult... hah. at first i used a piece of cloth as a patch to shut my left eye so i could aim, i looked like a friggn pirate, or a war casualty with a head wound, take your pick. After the first shooting session, which was just used to fix the aim on the gun, i started practicing winking with my other eye, because i figured the muscles are there, i just need to learn how to use them, and within a couple of hours i managed to do it. "hakol barosh" (its all in your head) is the favorite saying of our mefakdim when people are breaking during physical exercises, in this case it turned out to be true. 

after the aiming session we had a night shooting session where we shot targets from a shorter distance in darkness, i hit A target with all 5 bullets... the only problem was it wasn't MINE! hah. when i was aiming i focused in on the target of the guy to the left of me by accident (they were all pretty close in my defense). so that was a bust... but the next day we had another shooting session where we did a standing position (called instinctive shooting) and the laying down position, and i hit my own targets, which was nice for a change 

Aside from the shooting range we also did exercises where we practiced walking in team formations in the field. The fun part of this exercise was when the mefaked decides a mortar went off and half the soldiers are injured and need to be evacuated in 30 seconds. you have to carry them one on one, meaning you throw their gun over your shoulder, throw one hand under their armpit, one between their legs, throw them over your shoulder and start running. carrying and being carried both suck in their own way, one hurts your back and legs,  the other hurts your balls, no one gets off easy. 

Another fun game was AZAR. Throughout the day the mefakdim would randomly throw rocks in our direction when we were just sitting around relaxing and yell "AZAR" (initials for "enemy threw a grenade") and everyone had 3 seconds to run as far as possible and jump for cover. At one point one kid accidently ran directly towards the grenade, so he became designated as the grenade cover and had to jump on the grenades whenever they were thrown to save the other soldiers. (there's a famous story of an officer doing that during the past lebanon war, he saved his whole team by jumping on a grenade and absorbing all the shrapnel and impact. he screamed the prayer "shma israel" as he did it, sounds like something out of a movie, but its a true story)

At the end of our 2 days in the field we played a night time army version of capture the flag with the mefakdim. we had to steal a sticklight from them that was hidden somewhere on a hill covered in brush and trees. If we were too obvious or loud they would flash a flash light on us and wed have to climb down and start over. no one got the sticklight...hah, but it was a cool exercise. 

oh i forgot to mention the best part of the field days, nothing but battle rations. well to be fair we had bread too, and even vegetables sometimes, like i said before, its army-lite, but still it was basically just field rations. These rations included the israeli version of spam, called "ful" (pronounced like fool) a can of tuna (reminded me of the good old days on the road trip) a can of halva, and a can of non-dairy chocolate spread (even the battle rations have to be kosher after all). it wasnt all bad, i would mix the tuna with the ful to try to mask the taste, but after 5 of those meals in a row it grew old. 

after we got back to the base late on wed night the mefakdim felt we were being too slow so they made us run 100 meters carrying each other on our shoulders like we did earlier in the day, except they did it over and over again. i thought my back was going to snap in half. after that i took the best shower of my life. when i got out of the shower i noticed the face paint they put on me earlier wouldn't come off the area around my eyes so i looked like a girl doing the walk of shame on a saturday morning in santa barbara. 

Pre-Shower

on friday we had a really nice shabat dinner on the base, everyone was singing and it was really festive, it was one of the coolest shabat dinners of my life. it also took on a special meaning because we were all in our ceremonial uniforms, not the dirty ones we train in. well actually everyone was in their nice uniforms except me and 3 other guys who had to go straight to guard duty after dinner. 

speaking of guard duty, that friday afternoon there was a big fire on the base that got sparked from the heat apparently and took out a bunch of brush near the entrance to the base. the fire got put out in about an hour, or so we thought. i had guard duty at a weapons storage facility near the base, me and 3 other guys had to stay there over night and switch off guarding. Right when i get back from shabat dinner and i get my boots and shirt off my buddy comes running in screaming FIRE FIRE FIRE. For a second i thought he was kidding but then i saw him sprint off so i realized it was real and i threw my boots, shirt, vest and gun back on and went sprinting after him. we started dragging fire hoses and trying to replace all the ones with holes in them to keep the water pressure up, we quickly ran out of good hoses so 3 of us just stomped down on the holes and kept our boots on it while another guy sprayed water on the fire. i got soaked. exciting times. in retrospect it was a pretty small fire, a little left over from earlier but at the time my adrenaline was pumping like crazy and i felt like a fire fighter. Also the fire was just across the road from the gas depot where the army keeps a shit load of gas reserves for its vehicles, so it seemed pretty hectic.  

so that was the exciting portion of the 2 weeks. the 2nd week was mostly guard duty and nothing. They were running out of things to do with us. i was put on an emergency response team with 5 other guys, so for 2 days we couldnt be more than a few ft from each other at all times and we couldnt take our boots off so we couldnt shower, and we had to carry a stretcher around all day. at any time they could call us on the radio and we had to be at a certain spot on the base within 5 minutes. we made it in 2:40 when they called us for a practice run despite the fact that 3 of our guys were injured. (only the army would put 3 guys with foot and back injuries on an emergency response team, brilliant) the shower i took after those 2 days rivaled the glory of the shower after the field days. 

the second week was pretty uneventful but it was full of laughs. the funniest part of the army so far has been the creative punishments. a few kids got caught with cell phones on them, so the mefakdim gave them new cell phones (blocks of concrete or rocks) to carry around all day. for one kid they drew the numbers and everything on the block and wrote "no service" on the top. they also come up with stress positions with funny names for us to stand in. the best one so far has been the kwala stance. this is where we each had to pick a tree and hug it like a kwala bear so that our feet were off the ground for 3 minutes, but every time someone put their feet down the clock started over so it took a while. after this little exercise we had to stand in the push up position for a while and the guy next to me kept yelling out the mefaked that he had to take a dump and was about to shit his pants, i was laughing so hard i almost peed myself. 

Im the Kwala on the right                                      

Me about to Pee

well thats about two weeks worth of stories from the army. next week im going back to the induction center and finally finding out where im going to serve. basic training starts the week after. i should be back next weekend so ill let you know how it went. 

i miss you guys